A tiger fallen to the plains, crouched on the mountain as it listens to the wind howl! When I rise again, I’ll stain the world crimson!
The Demon-Burning One has not fallen, though blood marks his body.
The night wanes, its chill seeping to the bone, yet he takes it in stride.
Through three lives of dark suffering, he has outlasted the burning sun.
Lay down your armor and return to the fields, but never forget Zen!
With the blood sword in my hand, who in this world can stop me? If the earth blocks my way, I’ll lay it to waste. If heaven stands against me, I’ll bring it down!
The fallen Demon-Burner, Su!
